Melissa sniffed. I believed she was fighting back her tears just as I did. Her gaze came upon her diamond engagement ring before she flashed her fingers at me.
“A better ring has replaced yours, Brian Patrick. On the night you were convicted of the said crime, I flushed your cheap wedding ring down the toilet. You don’t deserve this heart, Brian Patrick. You have no place on this finger!” she yelled at me so loudly that I noticed Lisa Bake, her granny trudge to the window to stare at us.
I scowled my face. I could feel the pounding of my heart against my fragile chest as I argued if she was bluffing or not.
“What do you mean, Melissa? I married you before going to jail. We were happy and fated to be together forever until…” my voice broke out and snapped.
She interrupted me radically and rolled her eyes, “Go ahead and complete your statement. Until what … until you went to jail, right? You don’t deserve me Brian Patrick. In two weeks, I will be legally married to Zion Don, son to the world richest man, Saint Don. Zion deserves me. He knows my worth and treats me like a jewel that I am. As you can see, I have on my neck and wrist jewelries worth over eight point five million dollars. Zion gifted them to me. What have you done for me as my husband? What…”
“Enough!” I yelled at her and narrowed my gaze menacingly as I sniffed back tears, “You have the nerves to ask what I have done for you as your husband, uh?”
Furiously I raised my worn out shirt and bared my stomach at her, showing the vertical scar that ran across it.
“What do you call this? Answer me, Melissa!” I snarled as my jaw set, “I donated one of my kidneys to you when you were down with kidney disease. Today I have only one kidney because I kept you alive. I may not have the money but I have the kidney. Is that not enough for me to earn your loyalty and faithfulness?” I queried amidst tears. “Haven’t I proven to be a worth husband?”
She yelled back at me, glowered, and pushed me on the chest, “That is not enough, Brian Patrick. You can’t indulge me in emotional blackmail. You had better chances of making me a happy wife. How much do you have if I may ask? Does kidney pay the bills? Right now you are…”
I interposed her arrogantly, “I am poor, ragged and an ex convict uh. Isn’t it? I know your father and your grandmother want you to be married to the son of a billionaire because I am a no body. To your family I am a cast away now, am I right?”
“Right now marriage shouldn’t be your problem. With which money are you going to use to fend for yourself let alone for me? I love diamonds, Porsche cars and expensive dresses from the Royal Home of England. Can you afford them? You are poverty-stricken. Marriage is not meant for broke ass like you. You got to go home and think about your messed up life, Brian Patrick!”
I ground my jaw. Tears trickled down my chin as I wiped my teary face. I began to sob like a kid before Melissa. Although I dared to nurse myself yet there was no stopping me.
“So it is all about the money now, Melissa. I thought you were going to go against your family’s decision to betroth you to Zion Don. Now I know you are the major decision make r here.”
“Whatever you want to rant go ahead and rant,” she snarled at me, “I can’t be the wife of a poor man like you. If Zion Don were to be in your shoes he wouldn’t steal just to get rich. You have always told me you are an adopted child and a bastard. You knew you were a no body yet you went ahead and siphoned money that didn’t belong to you.”
“Why do you think I am guilty of siphoning such amount of money? If I had siphoned it you wouldn’t have summoned the nerve to betray me because I would be super rich now. Trust me when I say I didn’t do it.”
“You did Brian Patrick. We were at the court. The evidence was glaring. Your photo, signature and thumb print was implicated in the fraud. Father said over his dead body would he allow me continue marrying a greedy poor boy like you. Do you know how many lives were lost because of your quest for get-rich quick syndrome? People lost their life time savings and plunged to their death…”
“My boss, Morgan Harris siphoned that money. I am innocent of the allegation. I may be poor but I am not greedy,” I mumbled, lowered my gaze, sniffed and asked more emphatically. “Is that the reason your family arranged you as wife for Zion Don despite knowing we are married?” I queried peered at her face and turned around to walk into their mansion and confront her father.
“It is a lost course Brian Patrick,” she beamed, and started walking behind me.
I halted, raised my gaze at the sky and felt like taking my life right there.
I swirled around and then asked, “What about the promise you made to me, Melissa?” I wailed, “You have always promised to be there for me at good and bad times just as I have always been there for you. I was there for you when you needed a kidney. I went under the knife for your sake. Your family had the money but not the eligible kidney. I came through for you. At the time you were like a poor soul, just as I am poor today. Why did you do this to me, Melissa? I am out of jail to reunite with my family and my wife and not get this horrible news. What happens to us? Tell me I am dreaming. Melissa tell me in two weeks the wedding between you and Zion Don won’t be holding.”
She shook her head abruptly, “I am sorry to disappoint you, Brian Patrick. Zion Don is the kind of husband I want. We were a mistake…”
Just then her grandmother, Lisa Bake interrupted her, “Melissa!” she called, “Leave that criminal husband and come for lunch!”
Warm tears burnt my eyes as I watched her walk out on me.
~My wife gives up on me~
Melissa sniffed. I believed she was fighting back her tears just as I did. Her gaze came upon her diamond engagement ring before she flashed her fingers at me.
“A better ring has replaced yours, Brian Patrick. On the night you were convicted of the said crime, I flushed your cheap wedding ring down the toilet. You don’t deserve this heart, Brian Patrick. You have no place on this finger!” she yelled at me so loudly that I noticed Lisa Bake, her granny trudge to the window to stare at us.
I scowled my face. I could feel the pounding of my heart against my fragile chest as I argued if she was bluffing or not.
“What do you mean, Melissa? I married you before going to jail. We were happy and fated to be together forever until…” my voice broke out and snapped.
She interrupted me radically and rolled her eyes, “Go ahead and complete your statement. Until what … until you went to jail, right? You don’t deserve me Brian Patrick. In two weeks, I will be legally married to Zion Don, son to the world richest man, Saint Don. Zion deserves me. He knows my worth and treats me like a jewel that I am. As you can see, I have on my neck and wrist jewelries worth over eight point five million dollars. Zion gifted them to me. What have you done for me as my husband? What…”
“Enough!” I yelled at her and narrowed my gaze menacingly as I sniffed back tears, “You have the nerves to ask what I have done for you as your husband, uh?”
Furiously I raised my worn out shirt and bared my stomach at her, showing the vertical scar that ran across it.
“What do you call this? Answer me, Melissa!” I snarled as my jaw set, “I donated one of my kidneys to you when you were down with kidney disease. Today I have only one kidney because I kept you alive. I may not have the money but I have the kidney. Is that not enough for me to earn your loyalty and faithfulness?” I queried amidst tears. “Haven’t I proven to be a worth husband?”
She yelled back at me, glowered, and pushed me on the chest, “That is not enough, Brian Patrick. You can’t indulge me in emotional blackmail. You had better chances of making me a happy wife. How much do you have if I may ask? Does kidney pay the bills? Right now you are…”
I interposed her arrogantly, “I am poor, ragged and an ex convict uh. Isn’t it? I know your father and your grandmother want you to be married to the son of a billionaire because I am a no body. To your family I am a cast away now, am I right?”
“Right now marriage shouldn’t be your problem. With which money are you going to use to fend for yourself let alone for me? I love diamonds, Posche cars and expensive dresses from the Royal Home of England. Can you afford them? You are poverty-stricken. Marriage is not meant for broke ass like you. You got to go home and think about your messed up life, Brian Patrick!”
I ground my jaw. Tears trickled down my chin as I wiped my teary face. I began to sob like a kid before Melissa. Although I dared to nurse myself yet there was no stopping me.
“So it is all about the money now, Melissa. I thought you were going to go against your family’s decision to betroth you to Zion Don. Now I know you are the major decision make r here.”
“Whatever you want to rant go ahead and rant,” she snarled at me, “I can’t be the wife of a poor man like you. If Zion Don were to be in your shoes he wouldn’t steal just to get rich. You have always told me you are an adopted child and a bastard. You knew you were a no body yet you went ahead and siphoned money that didn’t belong to you.”
“Why do you think I am guilty of siphoning such amount of money? If I had siphoned it you wouldn’t have summoned the nerve to betray me because I would be super rich now. Trust me when I say I didn’t do it.”
“You did Brian Patrick. We were at the court. The evidence was glaring. Your photo, signature and thumb print was implicated in the fraud. Father said over his dead body would he allow me continue marrying a greedy poor boy like you. Do you know how many lives were lost because of your quest for get-rich quick syndrome? People lost their life time savings and plunged to their death…”
“My boss, Morgan Harris siphoned that money. I am innocent of the allegation. I may be poor but I am not greedy,” I mumbled, lowered my gaze, sniffed and asked more emphatically. “Is that the reason your family arranged you as wife for Zion Don despite knowing we are married?” I queried peered at her face and turned around to walk into their mansion and confront her father.
“It is a lost course Brian Patrick,” she beamed, and started walking behind me.
I halted, raised my gaze at the sky and felt like taking my life right there.
I swirled around and then asked, “What about the promise you made to me, Melissa?” I wailed, “You have always promised to be there for me at good and bad times just as I have always been there for you. I was there for you when you needed a kidney. I went under the knife for your sake. Your family had the money but not the eligible kidney. I came through for you. At the time you were like a poor soul, just as I am poor today. Why did you do this to me, Melissa? I am out of jail to reunite with my family and my wife and not get this horrible news. What happens to us? Tell me I am dreaming. Melissa tell me in two weeks the wedding between you and Zion Don won’t be holding.”
She shook her head abruptly, “I am sorry to disappoint you, Brian Patrick. Zion Don is the kind of husband I want. We were a mistake…”
Just then her grandmother, Lisa Bake interrupted her, “Melissa!” she called, “Leave that criminal husband and come for lunch!”
Warm tears burnt my eyes as I watched her walk out on me.